1 In the morning I went to the court; my lips and throat were parched.
2 When she entered the court she threw her eyes round it and quickly discovered where we were seated.
3 My father and the rest of the family being obliged to attend as witnesses, I accompanied them to the court.
4 Felix had accidentally been present at the trial; his horror and indignation were uncontrollable when he heard the decision of the court.
5 I was spared the disgrace of appearing publicly as a criminal, as the case was not brought before the court that decides on life and death.
6 Elizabeth saw even this last resource, her excellent dispositions and irreproachable conduct, about to fail the accused, when, although violently agitated, she desired permission to address the court.
7 I had already been three months in prison, and although I was still weak and in continual danger of a relapse, I was obliged to travel nearly a hundred miles to the country town where the court was held.
8 The porter opened the gates of the court, which had that night been my asylum, and I issued into the streets, pacing them with quick steps, as if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning of the street would present to my view.
9 The picture was then produced which the servant had found in her pocket; and when Elizabeth, in a faltering voice, proved that it was the same which, an hour before the child had been missed, she had placed round his neck, a murmur of horror and indignation filled the court.